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Summer Style Note – Straw Handbags
Every mother who dropped her child off at our town’s lake for morning swim lessons had a straw or rattan handbag balancing on the passenger seat of the family station wagon. Even…
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Summer Style Note – Head Scarves
A pretty way to add summer elan to an outfit, is to don a head scarf. For Saturday errands, I will often wear a tropical-colored head scarf to add pizzazz to an otherwise…
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Rosie’s Choice
The little tree I sit under at lunch each day provides me with shade and a welcoming perch – my “spot” has has a wooden bench that is a cool summer oasis in…
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The Fourth of July …. and Carol
Summer brings many joys like ice cream and the Fourth of July. This year more than ever, it seems that American women dressed very patriotically. The political and social reasons can be explored…
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Me and Mine
Twelve years ago this summer, I was very sick. Hospital sick. Life was reduced to what is really important: people. Plain and simple. I didn’t give a hoot about clothes and makeup and…
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Vesper’s Handbag
I did something I have never done before – I watched a Bond film. I caught Casino Royale on a recent rainy Sunday. Violent, bloody and for me, hard to completely follow, I…
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Lost Islands
Some weeks have personalities of their own. And so do some weekends. Last Friday night while driving home from dinner with my daughter, I received a call on my bluetooth. When I said…
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My Tiffany’s
Holly Golightly said that nothing very bad can happen to a person at Tiffany’s. I second that. The real world slips away and we are lost in fantasy and beauty and like Holly,…
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Two Mothers
I’m always a little sad when Mother’s Day ends. I have enough self-knowledge to know it’s the passage of time that gently tugs at my heart. Quickly go the years… These two ladies…
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Seventeen Summer
No matter what age I was, all my summers were Seventeen Summers. They were filled with the glories depicted in what I consider Seventeen Magazine’s golden years (1960’s – 1970’s). Neither cell phones…
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Can I see you?
I love the written word and when a man writes, I listen (or read) – especially if he is articulate. I fell in love when a man once wrote to me, “I’m going…
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Room With A View
I had a co-worker/friend who wanted me to meet her parents and so one lunch hour she took me to their small city apartment. The first thing I noticed was a rather odd…